2. Who wants to dish out a few thousand clams to get trapped in a mega-resort where 'class' means about a million shorts and fanny pack wearing tourists gaping at Sphinxes and other junk while shelling out God-knows what for fajitas and egg white omelettes? An hour walk to you car in the (big deal) free parking lot that is the size of Kansas? A coupon for Carrot Top? No thanks.